Okay, this month we have:
L IS FOR
This particular labyrinth is outside a Lutheran church in a small town near here.
And there's a Long story that goes with it, but I'll save that for the end.
Going to see a film at the art museum on campus at the University of Oregon.
The western coast of the United States is sometimes referred to as the Left Coast. I love that! It has a hint of Parisian glamor (Left Bank), it's accurate as far as map-reading, and it sums up the way the West Coast usually swings politically.
This is made for measuring hems, but I find it a handy gauge for just about anything.
We got there in the end!
Taken from a previous post (some might call that cheating - I call it efficiency) about the Griffin and Sabine books.
This photo was also used in another post, but then I noticed the reflection in the old, wavy glass and I decided to use this again. My efficiency knows no bounds!
I wish you could have smelled this!
This little plaster statuette was in my grandfather Valdemar's home when he was a child. I'm not an angelic type of person, but I like her flaws and her broken wing and her history.
Now about that long story -
That Lutheran church is about 13 miles from where I live now. When I was little I lived right next door.
My dad was the pastor there. (And I grew up to be un-angelic - the shoemaker's kids go barefoot.) We moved away when I was eight years old, then moved twice more before I was out on my own. And then we all moved again for good measure. Eventually my sister ended up back in this vicinity, then my parents moved back, then I moved back - my brother's the only holdout. So when my dad died he was buried at a cemetery in the country outside this small town.
As we were coming back from the cemetery that day, my family stopped here at our old home and we walked the labyrinth.
We entered one at a time, and we went at our own paces. There's only one way in and one way out, and there are sharp curves and gentle curves. We would occasionally meet each other as we passed on different parts of the circuit, or we would walk side by side for a moment before one of us would turn. We were all moving on the same path, but in different places and different times. Sometimes together, sometimes far away, but coming back together at the end. Just like life.
Update - linking up with Creative Mondays.